Blessings in Disguise

Have you ever had those moments when life seems like it's going down the drain? Like you sacrificed something you probably shouldn't have? Like you wasted time? Wasted energy? Well, that's about how I felt walking home from school today. As I furiously paced and stomped my way down Canterbury and Buckingham, I was considering putting the following phrase in my journal: "Today was downright shitty." Because that's about how I felt. The atrocity of which I convicted life was removing my workout, my dopamine high, and my physical challenge to overcome. I was pissed from about the moment I heard Snelly respond the opposite of my ambition until I hit my homework. I was convinced today had its good parts but was for the most part an annoyance.

With the presumptions based upon a shift in schedule, a break from regular routine, I in anomalous regimented behavior, assumed the day was bound for ruin. Despair in the waste of it all, missed opportunities, uncompleted obligations, and just a hell of a night ahead of me. I was surprised to discover that the fortune of my misfortune was that in and of delay. Burnt out from a fruitless debate over my midterm essay with Singerline and the first PreCalculus concept of the year I did not understand, I was not prepared in that time or place to wholeheartedly enjoy the treasures that laid incomplete.

I found my only consolation within the final termination of my second week of online philosophy. After compressing the pressure of a week into a twenty-four hour period, seven hours into four, and a hell of a lot of work, I was finally able to pull myself onto some stable land. I wanted to pound it out of my system with some seated rows, to exert my back into submission, and to feel that pleasantly satisfied soreness. I still have that unworked out feel, if you know what I mean, but that'll change tomorrow. It might even make me enjoy it more, who knows? I didn't really need that whole-body fifth day workout this week anyway.

If you want to know what at last caused my conversion from pessimistic dormancy unto optimistic revelry, I suggest you read some Mark Twain. Cherish that guy's universally exclusive scarcasm. Love his realism. Find the joy in his practicality. It's all so fascinating. Man, I'll admit it here and now, that man had swag with his writing! With a bit of a swing here and a satirically popular reference there, he and his controversy won my heart from first I read of him more than a decade ago. Had we become acquainted, I'm sure we would have been quite the set of kindred spirits. If there are any I connect more with mentally and philosophically, I know not his name. If only I had been placed in his time, in his residence, in his neighborhood... had I even been his brother! I would love it all. Any connection. Even a shake of the hand a talk over coffee. Whatever.

But I'm here where I am and that's just as well. I can chill with Twain over an open textbook as I continue into Life on the Mississsippi. We've set up another date, I call it The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. We've done it once before, maybe even twice, but the state championship's not the only thing I'm looking forward to a threepeat of! Life is good. I'm happy. I've got work left to do. I've completed a journal entry. I continue my day.

Just thought you'd all like to see me in a happy mood.

Plus we're one month in.. interested in the awards ceremony?
(Edit: Boring compilation of stats screenshots bound to disappoint.)

Gotta love those Russians!